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My vision is clear, visible only to me.

My darkness is near, no other shall know.

Miss me they may, or may not perhaps.

For todays life is lonely, leaving many thoughts to think.

Maybe it's because, in a way, we are. Every choice we make, every interaction, it's all part of this grand art project of life.

Sometimes, it feels like we're just splattering paint hoping something beautiful will emerge from the chaos.

But even in the most abstract of paintings, there's meaning and purpose. It's all in how you choose to see it.

Do you ever regret any of the strokes?

I have, but regrets are just layers of paint we don't like. They add depth, character.

But what if we painted over the parts we don't like?

Then we'd lose the story beneath. Sometimes, the most beautiful art is the one that shows its history, its flaws, its journey.